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I Can’t Even Make This Stuff Up

14 Aug

I had very tall orders for our move.  Self imposed, but tall orders no less.  Not only did I have to pack up and clean out our VA house, I decided it would be good to add:

1.Redo New Kitchen: Refinish Cabinets, Change the countertop, change the countertop and repaint the kitchen.
2. Paint the whole house: It’s 900 sqft, but I thought it would be good to get it done before our movers arrived.
3. Wire house for TV, it is a 1950’s house and has no such hook-ups.
4. Remove the carpet upstairs and replace it with bamboo flooring.
5. Power wash house.
6. Remove the 1950’s special awnings.
7. Replace the roof on the single car garage.
8. Redecorate our bedroom arrangements [new bed stuff].
9. Plan and execute a party for 40 people.
10. Unpack enough of our stuff to have a place for the in-laws and to have a beautiful place for our party.

Did I mention the movers were scheduled to arrive on the 8th of August.  The in-laws arrival scheduled for the 9th.  My husband’s Change of Command ceremony on the 11th.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure that qualifies me as certifiably crazy.

Just like all of the best laid plans, everything went to hell in a hand basket.

1. The movers were late on Wednesday.  They didn’t finish unloading until 11pm.  I didn’t get to unpack a single box, contrary to plan.
2. The cabinet hinges were wrong, causing the alignment to be wrong and requiring a re-do [for a later date].  Also found out the contractor was not contracted for the backsplash… and on…
3. My quick minute spent grabbing breakfast Thursday morning was dutifully punished by the dogs biting a box, dragging it down and eating my baking supplies. A box of baker’s chocolate. A bag of chocolate chips. A bag of toffee/chocolate chunks. A bag of brown sugar. A bag of wrapped caramels. A bag of rice [not baking supplies, but “delicious” no less].
4. Instead of unpacking, I got to take our black lab to the animal hospital to treat him for ingesting a toxic amount of chocolate [amongst other things].
5. When I returned home from the animal hospital at 6pm, the other lab was busy vomiting and dealing with toxic chocolate as well.
6. I scrambled to clean up dog puke [at a rate of 15 vomits per 5 minutes] and unpack just enough for the in-laws to have a bed to sleep in for their midnight arrival
7. Midnight became 3 am because the in-laws luggage was lost.
8. The counter-top guy who was supposed to arrive Friday morning, was really scheduled for Friday afternoon.  The plumber who was supposed to arrive Friday afternoon, came Friday morning.
9. The counter-top guy finally came around 6pm, when he was “scheduled” for 2pm.  Counter, but no sink.
10. Unpacked the rest of the day, until 3 am. Slept until 5:30am on Saturday when I had to get ready for the Change of Command.
11. Plumber arrived at noon on Saturday, when we had guests at 3pm.
12. After the Change of Command, I was left alone to clean, set-up for the party and deal with the pending storm that was threatening to bring the whole party in our 900 sqft house.

But we survived. survived.  The chaos.  The disarray.  The complete cluster fuck everything was.   I survived it all.

And now?  I’m done.

There is still much to do, but I’m taking a moment to breath.

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Sad Pants

12 Jul

When I am home alone, I might be am paranoid.  I probably would be fine if it weren’t for the dogs barking at thoughts in their head noises.  I think the dogs feel extra protective of me when the husband leaves.  So being a rationale human, I realize the dogs are over-reacting go to the knife drawer.   I am not sure I could actually stab anyone, but it makes me feel like I have some kind of protection.  When I lived alone in the previous house, I had a K-bar that was never far from my side.  I miss that knife.

That reminds me, we never went to the local gun shop.  It’s a “landmark”, really.  Everyone in this state knows the place and most people in this state don’t know the city I worked in.  To me that means it is probably worth checking out.

Anyway, I digress.

This will be the first time we’ve been apart this long since we started dating.  And it’s only 8 days.  It’s going to be a long 8 days.  I am grateful that we’re just PCSing and he’s not deploying, but I still miss him [more than I thought I would].  I guess his absence highlights how isolated we are here.  How our friends are so dispersed.  When we move to the next duty station, it will be different in that respect.  People will be closer.  We will have time to see them.  It will be nice.

But it still breaks my heart to leave here.  Our first house.  This wonderful city.  Our wonderful friends, who may not be close, but are “local” to this area.  Everything.  Even welcome change is hard.

The Beginning

10 Jul

When my husband told me I would need to go to “wife school” because Navy policy changed, I laughed out loud.  We’ve been married for over a year and now I need to go to school to learn how to be obedient his wife?  I guess they expect some decorum out of the wife of a Commanding Officer.

I knew I might have made a mistake marrying a Naval Officer my life was about to change.

With this next duty station, my identity will shift.  I will lose some of my individuality.  A whole group of people will identify me as my husband’s spouse, a Navy wife.

Aside from adorning my car or clothing with annoying Navy Wife logos, I didn’t know what that meant. [I have not done that by the way].  So I did what everyone else does when they don’t know an answer.  I googled it.

The amount of information on the subject is overwhelming.  Much as is this new responsibility, on top of all my other ones.  So I’ve decided to chronicle it.

Welcome to my journey as a Navy Wife.  As a COW, a Commanding Officer’s Wife.  Yes, that’s one of those jewels I learned from the internet. Such a wonderful term of endearment.